N: I'm heavily editing the last chapter. I didn't realize I had made so many mistakes and it's driving me mad. Haha. Missing five keys really does put a damper on things. There's only going to be a handful of chapters left to this story and longer chapters at that.
I've figured out how I want it to end and have an epilogue already lined up. As for anyone reading Secrets, I'm having a lot of trouble figuring out how I want to wrap it up. I'm probably going to go back and condense it and rewrite basically everything to make it cleaner.
I'm probably going to do a clean up of my page and repost a lot of my edits in place of original chapters. I suppose it's a part of being a writer. I want to improve and I'm thankful that I do have readers and reviewers that are so wonderful and enthusiastic and overlook my faults as an author.
I wanted to state that in the following chapters, Kagome is going to be going through several changes and there will be a few time jumps to indicate her growth, as well as the growth of the other characters in her life. Writing this really reminds me of how I first fell in love and how 9 years later, I still am. I'm sorry for the severely long AN, but I just wanted to let everyone know of the upcoming changes to my work and how much it means to me that you've all stuck around and have been so gracious.
Thank you again,
love Jiru.
Puncture.
Please go to youtube and listen to Elefant "Lolita". This first half of this chapter was inspired by this song and I just adore Elefant. :)
Excitement teemed beneath her skin, making her aware of her body and the thin frills of her dress upon it. She had never been on a real date. Saying that Hojo had counted was severely understating it. Sure, he had taken her out and...
Kagome adjusted her bottom on the leather booth with a scrunched expression. It was a date, she conceeded as InuYasha sat across from her, drinking a pint of Kirin. Tonight was more romantic to her than the walk on the pier and the mish-mosh of conversation she had had with the boy.
Hell, even as she playfully made a show of the slippery, runny butter on her fingers, she realized this was her idea of a date. InuYasha let her talk about nonsense and her favorite pop bands, and various casual things. They were things that he had already heard her talk about, but she was alive with her adoration for them.
For being as nervous as she was, Kagome pressed on like a professional and skipped the greenery she used to blend into for much more elaborate ideas of herself. InuYasha was comforting with the ways he chose to look at her and she had flittered her feet next to his quite a bit.
When he caught her, he smirked and picked at her food as a payment for her intrusion. Sitting here with her, even in the smoky atmosphere and darkly stained walls, he had almost but forgotten of Kikyo and his remorse. She was probably enjoying herself, as well and he couldn't begrudge the decisions they had made.
Slyly, as Kagome was stealing the faintest of tastes of his beer, which left her grasping for her lemonade, InuYasha openly grabbed her hand and held it; butter and all.
Immediately, she raised her outlined eyes and blinked like it had truly been a surprise. The man shrugged beneath his fitted suit jacket, "Seriously? You're gonna get all rosy cheeked on me over this?" He chuckled, raising their hands off the lacquered table.
Kagome turned away and pouted, "You know that you're a snake?" Her eyes batted involuntarily and she grinned to herself as she brought her attention back to her decimated dinner plate.
There weren't many fancy places in town, aside from the local breweries and the upscale fish-market diner. Kagome wasn't privy to those things and he took her to a small restaurant nearest the bay. There was something so refreshing about being on their own and enjoying each others company in a controlled setting.
It may have been the fact that InuYasha knew what she had wanted and resigned to making it as difficult as possible to let her have it. Truly, as he polished off his drink and waited for the tab, he felt a bit ill at the idea of simply bedding her for the sake of doing it. Hell, with Kikyo, they had grown up and experienced each other so many times that it had become second nature to want her.
Yet, every time his eyes fell on Kagome, he wanted to feel that anguish of waiting and want her so badly that he would suffer to have her. Maybe it was a mistake letting her control him the other night, or even premature. As he unlatched their sweaty palms, he heard her audibly sigh.
He raised his eyes to hers, and saw something odd beneath the low glow of the light, which hung like a star above her head. She was thinking and it made him nervous as he forked over a stack of money for their dinner.
As he stood tall, he stretched his jean covered legs and Kagome giggled at his little red tie, as she had when she first saw him come down stairs. Taking her hand, he escorted her out into the golden evening, heavily colored with ruby and violet arms.
Her eyes caught the hues and reflected them as though her eyes were diamonds. He couldn't help but stare at her in that doll-like dress she had worn when he first met her. There was that innocence, that damning sense of how wrong it was to do this.
It always came creeping back and it made him wonder why he was fighting it. He couldn't help this and he sure as hell wasn't giving into his guilt. He was having far too much fun with her and this racetrack which had beseiged his mind was about to have a fiery crash.
For a moment, InuYasha ran his thumb over hers, watching her body sway beneath the fabric. He had seen so much of her in the afternoon that he wanted to remove the fucking thing and just see her. Conflicted as he was, he lead her down a side path until he found a shaved ice stand, with the name shoddily painted on drift wood.
The girl was obviously excited and ran like a child to the vendor. A small red-headed boy, with freckles adorning his cheeks, hopped upon a stool and put on his flimsy paper hat. He could have been no more than ten, and Kagome knelt down with her arms on the small tray to peer inside.
His little cheeks rose when he saw her smiling and he blushed. "What c-can I get you ma'am?" He asked with the tiniest voice she had ever heard.
InuYasha stood with his hands in the pockets, attempting to read the menu board in the murky corner. He listened intently as Kagome ordered a combination of flavors and the boy quickly teetered around the key-lock register and made her a messy shaved ice.
"Where's your boss?" InuYasha asked with a quirk of his brows.
The little boy's eyes fell on him, as if inspecting him. "My parents are busy and they let me watch the stand. I'm old enough to make these things. It's fun." He said delightfully handing Kagome her order.
"How much is that?" InuYasha quipped, trying to get a few bills from his wallet. But, the little boy smiled warmly at Kagome and as smitten.
"For her it's free. For you, it'll be 700 yen." He smirked, crossing his thin arms over his chest.
The man rubbed his temples and leaned over the counter, shooting Kagome a hazardous glance. "See, if I was pretty as you are I'd get free shit, too." He said, still tipping the runt for his effort and the job he did on his ice.
"You can keep the extra if you don't make eyes at my girlfriend," InuYasha chided, ruffling the kid's mussed hair.
Kagome blushed and waved at the little boy as they left. "I really hope that he finds a nice girl when he's old enough." She said, still reeling over the fact that she was apparently someone's girlfriend.
InuYasha snickered and down his refreshment in haste. "Needs to stop hoping for you." He said quickly, grabbing her up his arms as he had the night on the beach. Her legs jostled over his arms as she tried to keep her dress from getting red and yellow stains on it.
"I suppose I'm really you're girlfriend, now?" Kagome beamed, trying her best to keep her smile from widening, as he looked at her oddly.
"I guess so." He shrugged, cautiously checking the tone of his voice.
The rest of the evening they pittled around the shops and the docks where he'd kissed her and staved off her wandering hands. He had been breathless, more so than her, by the time they made it home as night the night fell like a celestial blanket.
He kicked the door open behind him, fighting against the frevor of her kiss and hands tugging against his button up shirt. She was aching and her heart pounded against his chest as he somehow guided them up the stairs.
His coat and tie were lost in the moment, as well as Kagome's chunky shoes. This ravenous display came as no surprise. She was still a virgin, caving to her body's call for more and the yearning for it to be filled.
The moment they had kissed, a charge electrified them and left their bodies racked with this tempestuous need of closeness. Kagome's lips were swollen when the broke their connection, only to slam the door and fall upon her large bed, lost in the sheets.
InuYasha pulled at her dress, slipping it over her head, soothing the burning on her skin. The darkness in the room blended with the blackness of her spilling hair. She smelled like musk and vanilla, drowning him beneath the layers of her.
His hands dug into her sides, feeling the bones beneath her supple flesh. He needed her closer, needed to indulge. Kagome panted against him, pressing her breasts against his chest, warming his sternum with her softness.
A moan ripped from his throat as he thrust against her, grabbing her bottom to press her against his hardened state. The friction against his jeans made her yelp and raise her head, hands planting on either side of him. She moved with him, gasping for oxygen.
He rolled her over, feeling her jerk his belt awkwardly in an attempt to pull it off. When she failed, her fingers snapped his button and slid his jeans down his thighs, letting him feel her dampness through their thin guard of under garments.
They were blind to the shuffling sounds outside of their door. Kagome arched her throat, holding his head in the valley of her breasts, feeling his short breaths on her skin. Each strangled cry and grunt and groan made her legs quiver. Her heart thrummed in her ears, blocking out the whistling wind and songs the ocean sang.
Her eyes half-lidded and lost, stared at the ceiling blankly. Thin fingers wound in InuYasha's gossamer hair, heading every stroke against her body against the coarseness of the pads on his fingers.
"I want you so bad, Kagome." InuYasha groaned, gripping to the backs of her thighs as he brushed against her core.
The girl parted her mouth, silently hissing at the sensation. Her eyes fell shut as she forced her broken voice to formulate a string of words, which mostly was the syllables of his name. Her shaking hands brought him back to her for a sweltering kiss. All of that newness and insecurity was lost somewhere in the back of her head, lingering for the another time.
InuYasha aquiested and searched her mouth lovingly, throwing his lanky arms around her small body, rolling her on their sides. The bed creaked against the floor, singing boldly against the annoying metal coils.
As he stopped to take a breath, InuYasha closed his eyes, brushing Kagome's hair behind her ear. "We need to stop." He said abruptly, not wanting to see the expressive upset that was surely littered across her face.
Furrowing her brows, Kagome licked her lips, still aching for him. Her legs coiled together and applied pressure at their hilt and she sighed softly. Closing her eyes, she reopened them to find his cast downward at the sliver of distance between their bodies. "It's alright, InuYasha." She heaved, scrambling for a blanket to cover up the new found chill in the room.
A half-hearted smirk creased his lips as he kissed her, relishing in the warmth of the blanket curling over him. "You don't want to rush this." He said plainly, finding his intentions to be more honorable than he originally thought. "You don't deserve to just jump the gun and have sex with me; I still can't believe I'm actually saying this shit." He rubbed his face, peeking at Kagome's crooked smile as she hugged a pillow beneath her head.
"This is why I trust you." Kagome cooed, reaching a hand out to twirl a strand of his hair around her finger. The moon crept into their room, lighting up the darkness with a cool light. She inspected how spectacularly his golden eye shown in the hazy glow.
"You're too innocent." He admitted, swallowing down her flavor. He rolled his eyes closed feeling a jerk in his abdomen and it made him gasp inwardly. Aftershocks always were the worst, he thought bitterly. "I'd feel bad if I did anything to you. I feel kind of bad jumping all over you just now."
Kagome frowned and sucked in a tight breath. "You can't treat me like that. I asked for this. I wanted this. I want you." She said directly, finding this boldness to be kind of liberating. "I'm not going to live forever and I'll regret it if I don't try. I already told you that. If you really don't want to be with me then fine. I can always..."
"Move on?" InuYasha asked, adjusting himself to where he could see her more clearly. "You have no idea what that means. You realize that I do care about you, and I do want you. I wanted you the moment I saw you, but I just sucked it up and shoved that shit down so not to cause a bunch of trouble. So, don't think for a moment it's because I don't want you, Kagome."
A chill ran down her spine, "I know." She sighed, "I know that..."
"Kagome, just shut up." InuYasha murmured, grabbing the back of her head to pull her into another round of kisses. Each one was slow, agonzing as she finally fell asleep in his arms. He laid awake, listening to her snoring, which often kept him awake and mentally patted himself on the back for being a decent person.
Outside, Sango slumped next to the door on baited breath. Miroku's hand cupped to the wood like a suction cup and he tried to suppress a laugh. The girl quickly, and quietly slid on her bottom until she tumbled over on her knees.
The boy followed suit and they quietly rushed down stairs like children on Christmas Eve, too afraid to be caught for peeking at their gifts. Once downstairs, the two of them flipped on the television and hid beneath the quilt before laughing.
They were terrible, but in that loving sense that only a friend could be. Sango too the high road and grinned like a wild cat, "You know, I think that this may end up being harder on him than it is on her." She said cheekily, flicking her dark eyes over her boyfriend's rosy cheeks.
Miroku sighed and slung an arm over the woman and held her close. "He's so much more noble than I would have thought it would be. I mean, he certainly wasn't with Kikyo, so this is a surprise." His thick brows perked up above his glasses and he eyed Sango.
"We're never saying a word. I feel bad that we were eavesdropping. Shouldn't we just leave them alone?" She asked.
For a moment, Miroku pondered the question and resounded with a simple "No."
She was about to retort and call him all sorts of horrible names when there was a soft knock at the door. Furrowing her brows, she looked at Miroku as she got up. "Were you expecting any company?"
Miroku followed her, curious as well. "No, my dearest, I don't know who it could be. I don't want anyone trying to steal my beautiful woman, so let me answer it." He said, passing in front of her.
When he opened the creaky old door, he was pleasantly surprised to see Koga standing there with a bouquet of roses and a card. He was obviously wearing a blush of embarrassment on his cheeks. "Oh, hello Koga." Miroku greeted, inviting him in the doorway out of propriety's sake.
Sango waved awkwardly and zipped into the kitchen, quickly grabbing her phone, pretending to be occupied.
"Um, thanks for letting me in. Is Kagome home?" Koga asked, eyes apologetic and dark in the light.
Miroku looked up the stairs and back at the rugged man, dressed casually in his plain shirt and jeans. "I believe she's sleeping. Would you like for me to wake her?" He asked cautiously.
Sango's eyes perked up and she shook her head wildly. Cringing, she heard Koga's deep voice bluster with a firm, "I-I don't know if I want you to bother her if she's asleep."
Relief washed over her as he handed her boyfriend the flowers. "I'll give her these and let her know you came by. I'm sure she can't still be upset about today. I know that things have been different for her since she got here."
Koga rubbed the back of his neck and let a frown capture his face. "I don't know what it is, but I really like her and I just don't want to be that kind of ass because she's got that..." He paused trying to figure out the word, when Sango piped up.
"You're looking for asshole." She said snidely, seeing both of the men tilt their heads in silent agreement.
"Um, yeah." Koga laughed bruskly, thanking Miroku again before exiting the door. When the door was shut, and Sango no longer saw him in the window, she ran into the living room and grabbed the card out of Miroku's hand.
"That's not for you!" He cried, "These are obviously for me." He chided, receiving a slap on the shoulder, as the card was easily removed from the unsealed envelope.
Sango slapped her hands across her eyes and lolled her head back after she read it. "I would totally drop my panties for this guy if I got this." She said in disbelief.
Miroku's large eyes widened as he placed the roses on the counter. "My, this is pretty romantic. I never knew that Kagome's eyes were like 'molten pools of silver, waiting to be molded into stars'. I just thought they were grey."
"Obviously, you need to go through whatever poetry class he was in and write me something equally as nice about me." Sango replied, staring at the man with narrowed eyes.
With a scoff, Miroku grabbed her hand, careful not to marr the envelope. "Sango, you're eyes are like a cleverly written story, in which I can see the depth of your emotions, as they are written plainly on your face."
The woman rolled her eyes and placed a soft kiss upon his cheek. "You are so full of shit." She said with a grin. The envelope and card found a home next to the roses and were left unattended as Miroku guided her back to the sofa.
The rest of the night was calm, soothing on the soul as they watched their shows. The eagerness of the morning routine had slowly fizzled out once they had realized it was well past midnight when they had retired.
Before bed, Sango had, upon her own liberities, opened InuYasha and Kagome's door to check on them. When did she become so motherly? She wondered as she slinked back in her room since her children were tucked in and safe.
x-x-x
The days that followed were filled with shy smiles and passing glances from their differential posts along the beach front. Kagome, in particular, had been smothered by the roses she had received and hid them from InuYasha. It was the first time she'd gotten flowers from anyone and she wasn't going to let who they were from get them destroyed.
And that certain someone had shown up at her job everyday since. She'd been delicate, attentive as she listened to him try to woo her with his flattering words and gruff voice. Yet, she declined his offers as politely as she could and he disappointedly returned the next day to try again and again.
Kagura had laid off of her once she realized that she was claimed territory and commended her on making a good choice, even though she only said it the one time. She couldn't let her reputation be ruined by having a heart and caring and all.
Kagome had more or less been surprised and skipped along on her merry way, until night time when her processes were much more reliant on her emotions. She and InuYasha had taken themselves out on a few more dates as her birthday drew near, and he bought her a small gift; one she wasn't allowed to see or have until her birthday.
The only thing she knew of it was that it was something that she had wanted. Having that word slung around over the past week was torturous. A few nights InuYasha even slept on the sofa to not utterly cave to his desires. She had been upset, but what could she do? It was his choice to do so and if she had intruded, he would have stowed away in the middle bedroom and locked himself in.
Sango had finally told the girl about their eavesdropping, but it was pretty obvious she was more amused by it than anything. At least, they hadn't heard the display of affection only moments earlier and fairly much accepted the nosiness of living in the tight quarters.
Kagome and Miroku ended up finally being at the house alone and played video games and ate her stash of candy while Sango was working at job number two, as a hostess at one of the diners in town. InuYasha had been gone more often than not and it made the girl worrisome.
On the night before her birthday, Kagome sat at the table, fumbling around with the dinner that Miroku had made her, well that the oven had heated up, and a slab of cake Sango had baked. The two of them sat side by side at the bar, fighting the crumbling chocolate and pizza mess.
InuYasha had promised her he would be home early tonight and take her out to do something special. She was more than happy to eat her worries away with her friend until he got there, however. Miroku was making a masterpiece out of his cake slice, gradually whittling away eat layer until it formed a heart.
Kagome rolled her eyes at him as the door flung open, revealing InuYasha's drenched body. He held a plastic bag, soaked against his skin and the girl jumped up to grab a towel. Miroku smirked, helping him keep himself from dragging water all over the clean floor.
"Downpour?" Miroku asked, taking the bag and thunking it down on the counter.
InuYasha shivered and shucking off his thin jacket on the floor. "Pretty much. I was half way home and then this shit happened." He gestured to his clothes and his stringy hair. "Are you gonna, um, go see Sango in a bit?"
Miroku shrugged his shoulder and let out a sigh. "Not if I'm going to drown." He popped a pepperoni in his mouth and moved to the living room, while Kagome came bolting down the stairs with the towels. InuYasha took one and srubbed his head as he watched her anxious expression.
She must have been going crazy waiting for him. She was flushed and her eyes lit up as she helped him peel out of his soaked clothing, which clung to his frame like a second skin. Over the week, she had become less embarrassed by his near nudity and simply admired him as he dried off.
"So," The girl said, sitting down on their unmade bed. "Where have you been all day?" She asked softly, reaching for the lamp on her nightstand. The amber light kissed InuYasha's tanned flesh and brightened his eyes.
He shrugged at her as he took it upon himself to plop down beside her and grab at her hand. "I had to take care of somethings and make sure your gift was ready." He said softly, pulling her down on her side.
Shuddering, the man watched the way her nose crinkled and her eyes laid heavily upon him as though he only existed for her. "You know I don't need anything gifts." She said honestly, feeling his warm breath on her face. "I just want you."
InuYasha brushed a hand over her cheek and pulled her in for a kiss, winding his hands in her silky hair. "You're still on that?" He smirked, feeling her hands press against his bare chest, feeling his clammy skin.
Kagome smiled knowingly and pushed herself away and held up a finger. Downstairs, he found Miroku slumped over on the couch asleep. A burning need erupted in her veins, as she quickly shut the door behind her. Locking it, she leaned against it and caught her breath.
InuYasha furrowed his brows at her and flinched at the abrupt clap of lightning. It tore through the house and made the electricity flicker. Kagome had never made it from point A to point B as quickly as she did in that moment and was buried beneath her blanket. "I honestly hate thunderstorms sometimes!" She whined, "Mother Nature never gives good presents." She continued.
InuYasha chuckled at her and climbed on his knees to pull the curtains closed. "Here, this'll make you feel a bit better."
The girl hestitantly watched him slither back down beside her and flip off the lamp light, blinding her in the darkness. Her hands searched for his body as he crept beneath the covers, spooning her against him. Resting his head on her shoulder, he brushed his mouth against her ear. "Aren't you supposed to be all grown up?" He teased.
The girl pouted and shivered at the sensation. "You're just being mean, now." She retorted, involuntarily letting her body adjust to his. She relaxed and felt his lips press against a bare spot on her neck and she closed her eyes.
"Still?" He murmured seductively, "You should be thankful I'm such a bastard." He smirked against her skin, slipping a hand beneath the hem of her t-shirt. When she flinched, he pressed harder, finding her arching into him.
A small whimper escaped her, adventurously letting her hand slip behind her to touch him. Her finger slid around the waistband of his boxers, a fear that she had conquered in earlier days. He jerked against her grasp as she slowly moved her hand along his smooth length.
His nose nuzzled into her back as she brushed her thumb over the tip, carefully inspecting the silky skin. She enjoyed feeling his body react to her and it made her own body swell. After a few moments, he removed her shirt and cupped her soft breast in his hands. He moved against her minstrations softly, lulling himself into a half-alert state.
Kagome gasped as he rolled his fingers over her beaded nipples and arched her back. She had begged him over and over to have her and he declined. Each night was a deeper exploration than the one prior, but this night there was nowhere else to go.
Feeling empty, the girl took her free hand and unzipped her jeans, easily sliding them off. She moved his hand from her chest down to her aching core and pressed his fingers in the damp crevice. She needed to feel more of him than just the exterior and any movement close to being inside of her was justified.
This was the milestone she had waited for and she waited on stolen breath to have him finally submit himself to her. She had never been so willful about anything and to have him stroke her sensitive spots with such gentleness, made it clear that he would be equally as cautious when they finally accepted the inevitable.
As the thunder roared above the raging tide, Kagome moaned into the darkness, swallowing any sense of herself she had. InuYasha resisted the urge to manhandle her as he flipped her over on her back.
She stared at him for a moment before meeting him halfway with a kiss. Pressing himself against her, she felt the smoothness of his member slide across her panties and she aptly removed them. He had tended to her needs and finally relented.
Pressing his forehead against hers, she was drowned by a wet, black halo and he smiled crookedly as he caught his breath. Kagome's thumb ran across his cheek as he softly kissed her and absorbed the last bit of her innocence. A sadness washed over him as he fumbled with the drawer on the nightstand and raised off of her on his knees.
Kagome raised up, watching his movement and held her breath. When he pulled out the small square box and ripped it open with the resonance of tearing paper, she began to feel her nerves shatter.
Settling the box on the night stand, InuYasha rested in front of her and tried to read her expression. "You okay?" He asked, watching her ease back against her pillow, accepting what was about to happen.
The girl hadn't thought about if it would hurt or not all the other times, she just went with what her body begged of her and now, as she coiled her fingers nervously, she knew that InuYasha had been trying to prevent this.
This hesitance and awkward stance she held as her heart leapt to her throat. The man grabbed her hand and tore the package open with his teeth. Sliding it out, he showed her how to slip it over his length and took a deep breath as he pulled the covers back and rested in between her trembling legs.
A heavy hand brushed back her bangs, and pressed away the worried lines in her forehead. Silently, he replaced the covers and readied himself. "This is it." He breathed, feeling her thighs tense on his legs.
"I'm scared now, I've had too much time to think about it." Kagome said with a partial laugh. Through the murky dark, she saw his softened expression and he leaned upon his elbows above her.
"You don't have to." He said earnestly, kissing the tip of her nose.
Kagome closed her eyes and reached down, feeling the extra, slick layer on the familiar part of his body. Inching it closer to her entrance, she stared at him hazily and swallowed. "I want this. I really do." She said quietly, gripping her hands to his strong arms as he slid into her slowly.
Involuntarily, she arched her back, mouth ajar at the stretching presence inside of her. InuYasha groaned as she clenched around him and halted on his shaking hands. "Relax, Kagome. It'll hurt more if you don't." He soothed, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
Her flushed face was glowing in the darkness as he felt her ease up on him and he began to slowly move in and out of her. Her arms coiled around him, pulling him closer as he thrust softly into her. Ragged breathing caught the room, dampening the sounds of the world around them. InuYasha wound his fingers in hers and rocked lightly until he felt her move at her own pace.
A sigh ruptured the quiet and he slumped against her, barely moving to drag out the sensation of being so whole. He was falling for her, and had been for weeks. This was what loving her felt like and he was happy to lose himself in the green movements her body made in response. Each muffled cry in his shoulder and sweet mewl made him more confident.
Her fingers pressed into his skin as he kissed her, wishing her a happy birthday with a smirk that ate her alive. This was a memory seared into her mind and would forever be branded by the simplest of connections and brought forth by a resurgance of emotions that she could no longer bear on her own.
The languid movements became rigid, stifled with each of his thrusts. Her legs wound around his, pulling him deeper into her. She could stay like this forever, but as it were, it was over as soon as it began and time would no longer stand still for her.
As InuYasha gasped and felt himself unwinding, Kagome found her way to the small bead hidden in her folds. Brushing her fingers over it, she felt like bursting as heat shot through her to her toes and her body squeezed off any resistance left in InuYasha's own body, letting warmth scorch her insides through the layer between them.
Kagome instinctively wrapped her arms around the man, wincing at the emptiness she felt as the moment ended. She wanted him to always be apart of her and she felt tears prick at her eyes. Her innocence was lost in the arms of such a wonderous being. InuYasha lay breathless on her chest, listening to the rapid thumps of her heart against her ribcage.
His hands found hers and held on as tightly as he could. There was nothing left to say, or do. Just existing for a passing moment was enough as lightning flickered past the curtain. Kagome closed her eyes and ran her hands lovingly through his long hair. Whatever tomorrow brings, she didn't care anymore. All she had ever wanted was laying with her in the silence of their room, spellbound by what had become of the child they both knew.